Nihao.

Friday night. Tonight Jim, Rob, Ashley, and I went to China…. well, we drove over to Buford Highway in Atlanta — it just felt like we were in another country. We had to drive through Mexico to get to China. But, the food, which was the reason for our journey, rewarded us: the Chinese soup dumplings, kung pao chicken, egg-drop soup, and leek pie were all pretty amazing, as was the Tsingtao.

As we were driving home, as if we hadn’t had our fill of gastronomic delicacies, we had to make a u-turn to arrive at Zesto, one of the original soft-serve ice cream joints in Atlanta — seems like it out-dates Dairy Queen, but I could be wrong. As a little girl, I fondly remember Sunday afternoon trips to Zesto for a soft-serve, chocolate-dipped, ice cream cone, aka a “brown crown.” There was a sign inside that read “since 1955″ – that seems about right!

Decisions, decisions. There have been a ton to make this week, but one has been made for me: moving the rest of my dad’s stuff out of his leased office space. It will happen on Monday since the space has now been leased to someone else. Surely this must be a blessing in disguise — it’s been difficult to figure out how to go about it, and to be honest, it’s just not easy to close out these final details of his life. I think of how many hours my dad spent in that office, keeping all his papers filed and organized, albeit not perfectly organized, but pretty good for a man who, throughout his working years, was used to having things organized for him by a very efficient secretary. Jim has been a huge help in this endeavor, shredding papers like crazy. I’ve done some of it myself, but I’m much slower at it since I feel the need to look at each page…. So, tomorrow while Jim, Jack, and Rob play golf, I’ll go back to the office, try to remain dry-eyed, and go through more stuff in order to be ready for Monday’s move.

In case someone is puzzled by the title of this post, it’s Mandarin for “hello” — the Chinese wait-staff at Chef Liu spoke a few words to us in Mandarin. How quickly we forget these things — I used to be able to order ice-cold beer, bargain at the markets, important things like that, in Mandarin. Also we could count — but then we moved to Japan, took Japanese language lessons, so now I get all the numbers mixed up…

Just trying to put all this political “talk” on the news and the politicians’ sky-high promises for the future in perspective:

James 4:13-15
Boasting About Tomorrow

Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”

New International Version (NIV)

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One Response to Nihao.

  1. Gari B. Lugar says:

    Thinking so much about you and your vacation home with this “Sandy storm” as it hits the Atlantic coast. Just another item on your above agenda to think about. Praying that your home is safe. We are overdue for a long telephone call to get all caught up!!

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